An uneasy fliicker passed across Isabelle’s face. “Well … you mean, you don’t remember what happened in the garden?” She tugged nervously at the crochet trim that bordered the chair’s uphols... Read more

An uneasy flicker passed across Isabelle’s face. “Well … you mean, you don’t remember what happened in the garden?” She tugged nervously at the crochet trim that bordered the chair’s upholst... Read more

As if she were still in the dream, she reached for the Portal. A bright light spread under the touch of her angers, a door opening onto a lighted place beyond. She found herself staring into... Read more

She squeezed her eyelids shut and, against the darkness behind them, began to draw with her mind in curving lines of light. Lines that spoke to her of doorways, of being carried on whirling... Read more

Clary looked from Magnus’s regretful face to Luke’s wary one. “But I need to get to Idris,” she said. “I need to help my mother. There must be some other way to get there, some way that does... Read more

“I know what you were thinking,” Magnus said. “But there was no re. That smell is hellmist—it’s a sort of enchanted demonic smoke. It mutes the eects of certain kinds of magic.” “Demonic mis... Read more

“It wasn’t a fire.” The voice was soft, velvety and familiar. A tall figure materialized out of the shadows, hair sticking up in a corona of ungainly spikes. He wore a black silk suit over a... Read more

She made her way down the cracked stone path, the sound of traffic fading as she neared the church doors. It took her several moments to peel the glamour of the Institute this time. It felt... Read more

Before them was chaos. A white mist blanketed the garden, and there was a heavy smell in the air—the sharp tang of ozone and something else under it, sweet and unpleasant. Figures darted bac... Read more